well guys im still ganna keep writing my other two unfinished really long stories but still here is a short one its only ganna be like 3 or 5 chapters long thats not alot . enjoy
What Can't Be Helped
"im sorry to hear about what happened...with ur mother and we all hope u feel welcome at this new skool" the girl silently nodded and turned to the crowded classroom of about 12 or 17 students. "plz tell the class ur name and interests," the teacher instructed, "everyone listen and be kind."
"my name is...kagura, im 14 and i love drawing," kagura paused looking around she noticed half of them didnt really listen to her speak, "i...umm...i dont have...anything else to say..." she blushed and went to her assigned seat. 'i dont think i can make it in this skool...' she thought to herself looking out the classroom window longin to be one of those birds. she wanted to fly. fly away from this new place she didnt think was home and wanted to fly to her real home to see her old best friends. all kagura wanted was to have some one actually care about her and not ignore her. the rest of the class time she spent it day dreaming.
the window next to her desk was her excape from reality and the cruel hands of destiny. everyone around her talked about how it was destiny that brought them together and how it was destiny if something happened. she hated it. why was her destiny so wrong?! kagura's mother went insane and was hospitalized. her having to move to this goddam city of evil. kagura felt her blood boil from all the anger building up inside of her. like a bomb she was ganna explode in to flames and dust. blowing the world away. kagura's eyes started to look like she was close to crying. a girl next to her passed her a note.
message:
u ok new girl?
-end
kagura turned to see who wrote this note to find it was the teacher making one of those cruel teacher to student jokes. everyone started to laugh and scream words at kagura. she sunk in her chair feeling like a dying breed of wild life. alone in a planet of strange unknown cruel animals from hell it self. her blood red eyes shut and never openned until a loud ringin disrupped her.
"well class time flys huh?!have a good lunch and day!" the teacher moved her attention from the rushin group of teenagers stampeding down the hallways to a kagura. she silently got up and quickly tried to pack as fast as she could hoping the teacher would not notice her hurry. finally fixing the books into place kagura walked fast out of the door of the caged room.
she ran down the hallway to the cafeteria. 'animals...' she thought while walkin down the allys of tables looking for a certain "click" that might actually aceppt her. 'geeks... asian kids... jokeys... preps... cheerleaders... gossips... good goodys... religious kids... skaters... goths... metalheads... punks... losers... where do i fit?' eyes stared at her like kagura was a outsider. a threat. suddenly a girl yelled "hey new chick come here!ya can sit here!"
kagura spun around to face the goths. they had invited her openly to there table of black depressed poetry and decaying smells. never had kagura ever even talked to a goth before in her life not even in her old school. "ok thank u very much..." the thanks sounded dry and stuck.
"word round say ur mamma in the mental house...that pretty bad ass...u like the arts too huh thats fuckin kick ass too" the girls voice sounded raspy hardcore but still kind of soft sweetish. a hand covered in black nail polish softly stroked kagura's pale white arm. "u got some nice skin what cha do to keep it soft but pale?" a male voice that owned that black nailed hand asked.
"umm...do u guys have names?..." kagura asked in responce. the girl looked into kagura's eyes and sighed "kanna." the male kept moving his right index finger up and down slowly kagura's arm making her shiver like the cold wind air in the winter "my name,love, is naraku...ur very goregious girl may i ask ur name now?"
kagura started to blush pink slightly moving her arm from his reach. "ka..kagura.." a smerk slithered across naraku's face "ka...kagura was it?" he chuckled and looked at kanna. "no its kagura naraku!dont tease her..." screamed kanna, "well how is ur mother doin in that mental asylm?"
kagura took in the smell of the in toxicating smell of black nail polish and ink filled pens that layed on the table. "shes doin the same as she did in my old hometown...out of this world..." kagura's eyes sqinted. "oh...do u feel like writing...or drawing? maybe that will help u feel better,kagura?" kanna held a pencil and pad to her. naraku watched with delight as kagura took these idems and started to write. "what did u write love?" he would ask every time she picked up her pencil to think for a while. no reply would come out of kagura's mouth but finally she replied "here naraku since u seem interested so much..."
Destiny Of The Lost
destiny!
screaming the directions of life
conducting lives of the living
killing those who deny it
destiny!
fallowing the plans of higher beings
never failing in its tasks
raging on no matter what
just to please the beings
destiny!
obey or be destroyed
believe in destiny or dance with the dead
the power that is destiny!
"what a odd person u are" naraku handed kanna the pad to see this short poem. "what a strange being..." she replied handin the pad back to the one who created it. "im just scribling sorry if u didnt like it.." kagura felt like she had just lost a couple of close friends. "no its wonderful we love the odd and obsen!" they laughed at themselves. kagura smiled slightly. 'still feels strange'
naraku noticed her expression. "umm?is my love upset?"
"plz stop calling me love and touching me. i just met u a couple minutes ago" kagura blushed red now from her statement.
"true but in human time that is a century" he replied stroking her hair.
"what do u meen by that?" questioning such a weird reply. kagura slapped his hand away from her signaling she was serious about him not touching her.
naraku backed off...for now that is. "it cant be help i guess"
. review if u want dont matter much to me dont talk about me grammer or ima kick ur ass and for my fans u already kno i hate this...this poem is well yeah its just something a friend made for me long time ago she really hates the word and belief of "destiny"